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August 21, 2004
The Final Countdown
One week.
I will be headed home one week from now.
I've begun making a list of "one last times." There are quite a few on the list, but here is a sample of things I'd like to do "one last time" before leaving Ames:
1. Sand volleyball, oh yeah
2. Along Came Polly
3. Stomping Grounds... although I hear rumors of a brewery opening, so that might qualify as well.
On the other hand, I realized while making this list that sometimes you can't recreate the best moments. You can't really plan pouring out your heart to someone. You can't very well schedule wild, crazy, stupid things. You can't arrange those times when everything meaningful seems to spontaneously collide right in front of your face and all you can do is stand in awe.
I'm not doing very well at putting my thoughts into words, which is a really bad sign considering the circumstances, i.e. I'm writing a blog and you're reading it. Perhaps this is because I'm still sorting out everything that happened this summer. It all happened so fast that my head is still spinning. If you really want to hear all of the impressions I'm left with, I guess you'll have to ask me... although I wouldn't recommend it, because you'll probably be listening to a jumble of randomness for the next few hours.
I'm going to hurry up and post a completely different blog now in hopes that it will be more readable.
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Quote of the day: "Language is for liquid that we're all dissolved in." Modest Mouse, Good News for People Who Love Bad News
Posted by Megan at August 21, 2004 01:10 PM